bukkake

It would be difficult to find two neighbours who hated and despised each other more than Synna Mohammed and Pamela Williams. And yet the two women shared many similar attributes. They were both proud and fiercely loyal to their family. They were both extremely attractive (though both had seen better days, Synna was 35 and Pamela 41). And both had hair trigger tempers and held a grudge.

Synna was a Pakistani woman whose husband had a chain of corner shops, she lived with her two teenage sons, her husband and his two brothers and their wives. Pamela had a son and daughter one 21 and the other 19, both had left home, her husband Norman was a travelling sales rep. She was a bubbly blonde with a huge bust she was immensely proud of and loved to show off in skimpy bikinis.

To begin with both women and families had got on OK. Yes they were from different cultures but they steered clear of the other and got on with their lives. Pamela was a bit of a racist but managed to bite her tongue pretty well and not say anything daft. Synna was guilty of judging Pamela a blonde bimbo based purely on her looks and her outfits but again she just smiled at her neighbour and said hello. There was no bother. That all changed when Synna caught her oldest son, Amir, masturbating while staring out the bedroom window, as she reprimanded him and launched into a scathing verbal assault she glanced out the window and saw what it was that had affected her son so much. It was a bright warm, sunny day and Pamela lay in her back yard topless getting a real tan. Synna was outraged and forgot all about Amir and stormed downstairs and before she had taken a moment to think she was standing on a chair and leaning over the tall fence that separated their back gardens.

“Hey you!” she called out, her accent reverting to a more native Pakistani away from her more refined one with every angry moment that passed.

It had been a bad day for Pamela. She had had blazing rows with both her husband and her daughter, Kelly. Then she had spent over an hour sorting out an issue with her bank on the phone, much to her frustration. So she had come out to the back yard to top up her tan, have a couple of beers and try to escape from all these hassles in her life. And now her next door neighbour was making a hell of a racket and seemed to be invading her garden! Pam got up in a rage and stormed over to where Synna was yelling, the blonde was not happy and with the drink imbibed in no mood to mind her language.

“What the fuck are you shouting at? I’m trying to relax out here!”

Pamela’s pretty face twisted into ugliness as it turned red berating her neighbour.

“Relax! What by showing your whore body to the neighbourhood? Have you no shame? Put them away woman and stop corrupting minds!”

Pam was proud of her body and straightened her back so her breasts stood up even more, pointing at Synna.

Pam had tried so hard not to be racist in public up to then though she had thought it but now all self control was gone and she did not even try to stop her offensive words.

Synna was shocked. She had suffered racist abuse in the shop from drunks before but to be spoken to like that in her own garden was intolerable. She spat on Pamela in disgust and once more insulted her.

“You racist slut. I always said you were nothing but white trash!”

And with the red mist having truly descended over both their eyes the blonde reached up and grabbed Synna’s long, dark hair and hauled her surprised neighbour over the fence and unceremoniously into her garden.

They then had a small, wild catfight which Pamela won with ease. She was the bigger woman with a considerable height and weight advantage and being topless made no odds to her as she physically dominated Synna (including stripping her of her top) and finished by shoving her defeated neighbour to the grass where she landed in a fresh dog shit from Pamela’s pet, Rover. That inspired Synna to get up one last time but was greeted with Pam’s big breasts and she easily pushed Synna’s face between them and smothered her with them as the Asian woman flailed before giving up.

Inevitably, after that day things escalated into full on hatred between the two women and their feud really took off.

It was mean and petty and spiteful but at every opportunity they sought to inconvenience or annoy the other. Their families were aware of it and, of course, backed their woman but no one other than Pamela and Synna got directly involved. They cursed at each other regularly, swore and called each other the worst names imaginable but they never again came to physical blows. They gossiped with their friends and spread scurrilous rumours about the other – all unsubstantiated of course. They had had that confrontation and Pamela had decisively won and both knew it. It ate at Synna but she knew any repeat would have the same result and she would not allow that. But it burrowed at her soul knowing she had lost to the blonde. Pam, meanwhile, took every opportunity to allude to that afternoon and remind her rival of her humiliation

One year after the spat that ignited the neighbours war the status quo changed. Synna had become more and more obsessed with her neighbour, looking for anything that she could use against her. It was a dangerous obsession and she was in danger of it taking her over completely. It even got to the stage where when Synna finished her shopping at the local supermarket and found herself a couple of cars back from Pamela’s she followed her out and when Pam didn’t go the normal route she still kept following her. Synna was actually contemplating vandalising the bitch’s car once it was stopped but when Pamela parked outside a house in a leafy street she thought better of it and was going to just leave it when she saw Pam met at the front door by a young man then go in. Curiosity piqued, Synna parked up and took her camera and headed back down the street to see what she could see. It was a long shot but she got lucky. Hearing voices at the back she entered the garden next to the house and sneaked her way around, ignoring the stupidity of her own actions. And there, looking over the wall that separated the two houses she got more evidence than she could ever have dreamed of. Out back Pamela was once again nude in a garden, but this time not her own and this time she was not sunbathing. Rather she was on her knees and sucking the young man’s cock. And as Synna excitedly snapped picture after picture on her digital camera and zoomed in on him it dawned on her that the man was Michael, Pamela’s daughter Kelly’s husband!

A million thoughts swept through the Asian woman’s head but she just continued to snap away as Pamela stripped the man naked and then dragged him into the house. They were so brazen because Kelly was away on a hen night with one of her friends. Pamela had been carrying on with her son-in-law for a couple of months now and enjoying his insatiable desires despite the inherent risks. She led Michael up his own stairs to the bedroom in anticipation of a good, hard fuck.

Synna stood for a moment then made her mind up. She had to get more footage! She hopped the wall unseen and sneaked to the house and, checking the windows, entered through the sliding garden doors. Once in the house she heard their love making upstairs and carefully ascended with camera at the ready. Once on the landing and having ascertained what room they were in Synna set the camera to it’s video mode and carefully peered round the door to record the illicit lovers. She was lucky. They were too into each other to notice the door move. Pamela was on her back with legs spread wide getting a good seeing to and Synna was able to capture it beautifully from behind. Then Pam rolled over and was on top and again Synna got that footage until Michael came with a series of grunts and moans deep inside his mother in law. Synna sensed it was time to make herself scarce and headed down and out and was back in her car in less than a minute. Her hands were shaking and she checked the pictures and footage she had taken and then drove home with plans and plots ablaze in her mind.

*

It was a week before Pamela discovered that her affair with her son-in-law had been discovered by her neighbour. Synna had managed to take her time and formulate plans and plots for how she intended to take her revenge on the blonde and for that week she occupied her mind with little else. She felt that any attempt to speak to her in person would degenerate into insults before she had made her position of strength clear. So she sent an email to her neighbour. An email with two attachments, the first the best of Synna’s photographs that clearly showed Pamela fucking her daughters husband and the second was a short video file of the same. There was no chance of mistaking either participant. The message sent with the email was equally unambiguous:

“Dear Bitch, these pictures and film (plus plenty more) will be sent to your husband and daughter unless you come round to my house tonight at eight o’clock. If you do not show I will send the mail at five past and believe me it will be my pleasure to ruin your life. Synna (the ‘Aki’ next door).”

In some senses Synna hoped that her rival did not read the email in time and she didn’t even have a warning as her loved ones discovered her wretched behaviour but on the other hand the thought of taking her time to dominate and punish the blonde tart was equally appealing.

*

Pamela had picked the email up from her phone and, somewhat bemused (and concerned at the message) had hurried home to open the attachments. Her heart sunk when she saw what they were. A million questions came to her. How had she got them? What did she want? Would she follow through with her threat? Pam considered these and many more but in the end she had to believe Synna was serious in her threat to expose her. Their feud had been ongoing for too long for reason or compassion to be part of any arguments. All she had open to her was to turn up next door at the demanded time and do whatever was asked of her – however much that stuck in the proud blondes throat.

She dressed down for the visit next door. Wearing a long skirt and a pretty casual jumper that showed little flesh. Flat shoes and hair pulled back and no make up completed her penitent look and it was a far from normal Pamela in terms of looks and attitude that stood at her neighbours door at five to eight that night and nervously press the door buzzer.

Synna made her wait there for the full five minutes. Pamela even had to ring the bell a second time (even though she really didn’t want to, not wanting to antagonise Synna further). When she did finally open the door and greet her visitor it was apparent that the wait had been deliberate.

“I told you eight o’clock. Are you such a dumb bimbo that you can’t even tell the time correctly?”

Pamela curled her fists up but managed to bite her tongue given what was at stake.

“No. I just thought I should come early.”

“That’s not the answer I wanted, I think you’ll find that you are a dumb, blonde, air-headed bimbo that is so dense they cannot tell the time, aren’t you?”

It was a test. Both knew it and inevitably it was Pamela who had to back down.

Synna smiled and stood back to bade her visitor to enter. But as Pamela strode forward the smaller woman put out her arm to stop her.

“Where are you going with those? Take them off, I don’t want your filth in my house!”

She pointed to Pamela’s shoes and demanded the blonde remove them. After watching Pamela remove her shoes she then led her through into the main sitting room. Pamela was taken aback that Synna’s entire household was in attendance. She looked at Synna, unnerved. Synna smiled back.

“Unlike some families, we do not keep secrets. They do not know the details but they do know that you are now greatly in my debt and that you will do anything to please me. Is that not correct?”

What could the blonde say? She was trapped and knew it. She supposed she had known the Paki bitch would be so spiteful but there and then, faced with having to obey her it was a real choker. How she desperately wanted to pick her up and smash her face in right then but instead she had to settle for a meek, timid, nod of obedience.

“Now would you look at that! I make you take off your shoes and there, I have not cleaned my own. Perhaps you will do the honours?”

The request was so smarmy and fake that Pamela wanted to throw up but she dropped to her knees and used the sleeve of her jumper to rub at the patent shoes. Synna swiftly kicked her arm off.

“Not like that you idiot! I do not want your cheap rag cleaning my shoes! You will bend down there and clean both, fully with your worthless tongue!”

“No way bitch! No chance! I am not doing that!”

Synna smirked and looked at her oldest son.

“Umar. Go and get my laptop.”

She looked down at her rival and was heartened by the defeat in her bright blue eyes. Pam reached her hand out and tugged on Synna’s outfit.

What gratification Synna had as she looked down and viewed the blonde slut on her hands and knees licking her shoes in front of her family. She smiled proudly at her husband, her sons and her sisters in law.

“That is better bimbo. But do not test my patience again or I will not be so forgiving. Next time you do as I tell you without question. Do not stop, you still have my soles to clean. I do hope that I haven’t trod on any of that mess your dog so regularly leaves on the pavement outside our house.”

Pamela nearly gagged at the thought but continued to lick at the footwear and when Synna lifted her shoe to present the sole to her she closed her eyes and licked at then too. It was s sign of her submission whether coerced or not.

“You are in my debt are you not?”

Pamela stayed on her knees before Synna and nodded.

“And how do you propose to pay that debt bitch? It is hard to see what you can bring me. Cleaning my shoes is hardly enough I feel, is it.”

Pam really did not know how to answer this. Knowing her neighbour’s reputation for liking money she appealed to that first.

“I can pay you……”

She got no further as Synna reached down, took a handful of blonde hair in her hand and wit the other delivered a hard slap right across Pamela’s face.

“I do not need your racist money! You stupid bitch!”

Pamela wanted so desperately to knock that smile of the Paki bitch’s face but doubted with her family present that she could and besides the hold she had over her was inescapable for the moment. Instead the blonde dropped her eyes and mumbled a pathetic sounding apology.

“You should be sorry. But no what I thought was that in exchange for our silence in the matter to anyone outside this house and on the agreement that in one weeks time I shall give you the evidence I have gathered you will agree to totally do my bidding for the intervening period. Complete obedience. Do you understand and agree to my terms?”

Pamela nodded, realising that she had little choice in the matter.

“Good. In that case you will start your service for us tonight. Take off your cheap clothes and put this on, it will show you place here in my home.”

Synna dropped a skimpy, frilly French maid’s fantasy outfit on the carpet next to Pamela. The blonde picked it up incredulously. It was clearly one of the party kind that were sold in Synna’s husband’s shops for a laugh.

“Cheap and nasty, huh? Should suit you perfectly then. Go on, hurry up and get into it, I’ve got some chores for you.”

Pamela looked around but it seemed that wherever she looked there was an Asian pair of eyes on her. She looked up at Synna pretty desperate for some way out of doing this.

“What are you waiting for slut? You are not usually so slow to undress in full view of everyone in your garden, are you? Come on, get those grubby clothes on and wear your new uniform. Come, on, all of it, a slut like you does not need underwear, do you?”

Hassled and harried Pamela stood up and thought, ‘fuck it, I’ve got a better body than any of these cunts’ and undressed completely revealing firstly her impressive, tanned bust then her shaven pussy to the assembled group. Making sure they all had a good look she picked up the uniform and squeezed herself into it. It was at least two sizes too small.

“You look exactly what you are bitch – a cheap and nasty slut!”

Synna hissed this as she circled her blonde neighbour, jealous of her incredible figure but that just adding to her hatred for her. And annoyingly the blonde was starting to get a little comfortable, getting some confidence, her being forced to strip here and being insulted was not as humiliating as Synna had expected. Still that was just the beginning, it was time to take the bitch down a couple of more pegs.

“So now you are dressed as the servant you can start your chores. First, I think my feet need cleaning. Wash them with your tongue.”

The Pakistani woman had kicked off her licked shoes and presented her bare, brown feet as she pushed Pamela by the shoulder once again to her knees. Reluctantly the blonde opened her mouth and sucked and licked on her enemy’s feet. She sucked each toe at a time before Synna pushed all of them into her mouth at once and Pam gagged on it. Synna laughed then grabbed a handful of blonde hair and pulled Pam through to her bathroom by it. She released her right by the toilet bowl.

“Clean it!”

Bad enough but when Pam asked for a brush or some wipes a devilish smile cross the Asian’s face.

“You have your tongue bitch. You are quick enough to use it to insult me now you will use it to clean my toilet.”

It was gross. The whole family used this toilet and Pamela felt sick at the thought of all those Paki’s pissing and shitting in it but no amount of begging or pleading could change Synna’s mind. It was either do what she said or prepare for her secret affair with her son-in-law to be revealed and they both knew Pamela could not afford that. So it was with a defeated and heavy heart that the busty blonde knelt up and slowly lowered her head into the porcelain bowl and tentatively began to lick at the edge and the rim.

She tried to put her mind somewhere else as she did this degrading task, tried to block out what it was she was actually doing. But that was hard with Synna standing over her the whole time, taking pictures and making various comments.

“Oh my the men of this house are so useless, see how they have missed the bowl and hit the edges, make sure you lick it all clean bitch. Make sure each of this filthy, yellow stains is gone.”

Pam kept her head down and did it, all the time dreaming of some way she could wreak her revenge on Synna. For now though she had nothing and just had to do it. After that was done she had to do some ‘normal’ cleaning, wiping and dusting the large house – it was more cleaning that she did in her own! When she was done Synna made Pam crawl out the back into the garden. It was dark now so no chance of her being spotted like this by anybody and led her out to a large garden shed.

Synna explained.

“The men of the house want to use you as well, I won’t be staying to watch!”

She knocked at the door and moved back to the house as the door opened and Synna’s husband opened the door and dragged the blonde in.

It was a long, large shed with a dirty, wooden floor. There were four men in there and Pamela was pulled over on her knees until she knelt there surrounded by them.

“Tell me you racist white slut, have you ever heard of a bukkake?”

Pam had seen enough hardcore porn in her time to know what it was and she nodded.

That Friday I made my way to the OB/GYN for the third time that month.

As I walked down each block I felt like everybody knew. Everybody could see me for what I was, in my short skirt and my low-cut blouse and my knee-high boots. I felt embarrassed just walking in the building, I couldn’t make eye contact with the security guard. But he stopped me anyway.

“What floor?”

“12.”

“Here for the meeting?” He looked me up and down.

“Uh…yes.” Meeting?

The elevator was swift this time, and I arrived at 10 minutes to seven.

Kelly greeted me at the door. “Here she is! Everybody is eager to meet you.”

Eager to eat me was more like it.

“Nervous?”

“A little. What’s going on? There’s a meeting?”

“That’s what we told the guards, yes,” she said sweetly. “But they don’t know how we’re going to use you like the filthy slut you are,” she continued in an equally sweet voice.

I gasped. “How- how many?”

“Oh, I’m not sure. There’ll be ten people watching you, but whether they’d like to use you is up to them. Then there’s me…and Andrews and Matheson. So that’s 13 in all.”

“Jesus!” Tears started welling up again and I started trembling. Kelly rubbed my back.

“Well you can’t do anything about it, Lila. We basically own you now. You actually showed up.”

“You know where I live! You threatened me!”

“You didn’t even try to get out of it. Sure, we would have come for you, but you didn’t even bother. You just came here – dressed like a slut, by the way – ready to be used like a slut.”

I shook my head again. It wasn’t true, I couldn’t believe it.

She led me to a large room in the middle of which was an examining table, a stool, a table with a variety of tools, and a video camera. There was a projector set up. They were going to film me!

I turned and tried to run, but Kelly grabbed me and slammed the door.

“Get undressed. They’ll be here soon. Do it.”

She shoved me towards the table, then left and locked the door behind her.

I thought about what it would be like to be used by all those people as I stood frozen in the middle of the room. And on video camera…

I felt a tingling in my groin. Why, why was this happening to me? Why couldn’t I help it?

I went to the door and peered out the window. Kelly was right outside. She turned her head and glared at me, then unlocked the door. I stepped back as she walked in.

“If you won’t do it, I will.”

She kissed me hard and grabbed my breast, then pulled my skirt down. She tore my top off and unhooked my bra and threw those to the ground. She pushed me, making me walk backwards until my ass hit the table. She pulled my panties down to my ankles.

“Sit.”

I hoisted myself up on the table, panting. She pulled my panties off and unzipped my boots. She took those off, plus my socks, and I was completely naked.

“Lay down. Feet in the stirrups.”

I laid down and put my feet in the stirrups. On either side of me were restraints. She wrapped the cuffs around my wrists tightly.

“I’ll see you soon.”

She gathered my clothes up and put them in the corner then walked out, leaving the door wide open. I pulled on the restraints. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I watched the clock. It was 7:20. I just wanted to get this over with. I shut my eyes.

Minutes later I heard voices. I opened my eyes to see a crowd of people file in, mostly men, two were women. The two women were alright, one had very short red hair and looked to be in her forties. The other was a little younger, brunette, slim, her hair up in a tight bun.

The men ranged in age from thirties to sixties, some were good-looking, others not so much. A few of them were of the same overweight build as Matheson.

They all took their seats and looked at me, nodding in approval.

Dr. Andrews, Dr. Matheson, and Kelly came in. Kelly shut and locked the door and walked over to me, smiling.

Dr. Andrews started.

“Thank you all for coming tonight. We’d like to share our new subject with you, she’s very accommodating in the ways that truly matter. Lila, please, spread your legs and scoot down. Kelly, help her out.”

Kelly undid my restraints and let me scoot down so that my pussy rested on the edge of the table. I spread my legs, showing everyone my pussy.

Matheson turned on the camera and the projector. I could see myself through the translucent screen. He looked into the camera and zoomed in on my vagina, centering it on my hole.

Dr. Andrews put his gloves on, although I really don’t know why. He then sat on the stool and said, “Tonight we wanted to show you what female arousal looks like from the inside.”

Didn’t they already know this already? Why couldn’t they just get on with using me and cut the crap?

He continued, “The reason why we’re using this particular female is because she gets extremely wet. She even squirts. So if you don’t want to get wet, move to the sides.”

There were some “Oohs” around the room. Nobody moved.

He sat on the stool and took the speculum from the tray. “Now normally, I would use lube for this, but I don’t think I’ll need to. Kelly?”

I thought she was going to do the same thing she did last time and go down on me, but she didn’t. Instead, she climbed up on the table and lifted her dress.

“Eat,” she commanded.

I started eating her, licking her labia, her hole, her clit. She was so tasty, I savored her.

I heard Andrews talking as I ate her out.

“Now, I’m going to insert the speculum.”

He slipped the cold metal tool inside me and opened it, stretching my hole. “No lube necessary,” he commented. “This bitch gets nice and wet just from eating pussy for a couple minutes. How is she doing, Kelly?”

“So good,” she moaned, looking down at me.

“Now I’m going to show you what her pussy does when it’s actually stimulated.”

I felt his fingers on my clit, he started massaging me. I started moaning into Kelly’s cunt as I licked and sucked at it.

“Ah, see? Already she’s dripping. The walls are just oozing with juice, preparing themselves for penetration. This one was made to be used.”

There were a few “Mms” and “Oh yeahs” and one man said “I’m gonna eat that pussy till she’s screamin’”.

I wanted to see, but I couldn’t because Kelly was blocking my view.

“Now, I’m going to bring her to orgasm.”

He took his hand away and I heard a buzzing sound. Oh no…

He applied the vibrator directly to my clit. I cried out, there were some gasps, and then I moaned and continued eating Kelly out.

“You like the taste of me, don’t you baby?” she asked.

“Mhm!”

Some people laughed, a few men groaned.

“Note how her juices get thicker now. She must really want a cock inside her.”

“I’ll fuck her,” said an older man.

“You’ll all get a chance, don’t worry.” He turned the speed higher, the vibrator assaulted my clit like a jackhammer. I started screaming as I ate.

“She’ll cum any minute…any minute…”

It welled up inside me fast, without warning, and I felt my cunt gushing cum onto the table and floor.

“Mm there it is. Look at all that juicy cum flow out of her hole. She’s made to be used. She loves it. Don’t you, Lila?”

I didn’t answer. Kelly slapped me.

“Mhm!” I answered. Everyone laughed.

I felt Andrews withdraw the speculum from my tender pussy.

“Who wants to go first?”

Someone volunteered, I heard pants unzipping, then felt the bulbous head of a hard cock at my entrance. He plunged into me and groaned, then started pumping me slow.

“This one’s a good little fuckslut. You like the feel of a strange man’s dick in you? Huh baby?”

“Mhm!” I answered.

I kept slurping at Kelly’s pussy, teasing it, bringing her to the edge and back. She was going wild, sliding it back and forth on my tongue, moaning my name. It felt good, it tasted good. I suckled on her clit hard and made her cum. She gushed all over me, I lapped it up.

“Ugh! You filthy slut!” she slapped me. “Ladies, she loves eating pussy. I recommend you use her mouth.”

Her cum dripped down my chin and from the corners of my mouth.

The man who was fucking me was old, about 65. He was stocky, clean-shaven, and had thinning grey hair. His cock was decently sized, not like Dr. Andrews or Dr. Matheson.

“You like this cock baby?” he asked, leering at me.

“Yes,” I moaned quietly.

“What was that, slut?”

“I said yes! I like your cock!” I shouted.

He started pumping it faster and faster. I gripped the edges of the table and came, squirting all over him.

As I stopped cumming he pulled out and walked to my face, holding his dick out.

“Clean your filthy cum off and swallow my load, bitch.”

I leaned over and licked his dripping cock off, then sucked it hard. He exploded in my mouth, his thick, bitter seed pouring into me. I swallowed it.

“Good girl,” said Dr. Matheson.

The man smacked my face with his cock and walked away, sitting back down again to watch. I noticed the projector was now showing all of me – including my face. I started getting nervous again.

Another man came up. He was in his thirties, brown hair, dark eyes, fit and attractive. He got on his knees and started licking my pussy. I wondered if he was the one who’d made that comment before? I watched through the projector as he ate me, swirling his tongue around and sucking at my clit. He inserted two fingers inside me and probed me hard. As I watched I got hotter and hotter, I liked watching myself get eaten. By a strange man. In front of a roomful of people. Like a slut.

Kelly whispered in my ear, “You like watching yourself get eaten out? I bet you’ll like watching yourself get fucked too.” She kissed me and pinched my nipples. The man started pumping faster and faster, sucking my clit harder. I started cumming again, squirting in his face. I watched it all.

I loved it.

Kelly smiled at me and played with my tits as she watched me watch myself. “I knew you’d realize what you were. A filthy little hungry fuckslut.”

The man kept eating me past the point of orgasm. It was torturous. I started screaming.

Another man walked to my side and pulled his hard cock out. He was thick, about seven inches. He smacked my lips with it and said, “You know what to do with this, slut,” as I screamed and moaned and writhed on the table.

I opened my mouth for him and he started fucking it, gagging me with his dick. Tears started streaming down my face.

“You like the taste of cock? You want my cum all over your face, don’t you?”

“Mhm!” I cried.

He fucked my mouth hard and fast as the other man clamped his mouth onto my pussy. The man in my mouth pulled out and ejaculated his creamy cum all over my face, and it threw me over the edge again. I started screaming and cumming as his load landed on my face.

“Yeah, you like that you dirty whore.” He pulled away and the man who’d been eating me was now fucking me hard and fast.

“Oh god!” I screamed.

“Mm you’ve got such a tasty pussy, slut. I’m gonna feed it to you.”

He drove himself deep inside me and started rubbing my clit.

“No! Oh god! Please!” It was overwhelming.

“You love it, cunt. Don’t tell me to stop.”

I couldn’t help it. I started cumming again, squirting all over him. “Mm yeah. Soak my dick.”

He pulled out and fed me his pulsating cock. I cleaned it and sucked it and drank his hot cum as it spewed into my mouth.

“You love that cum, don’t you, slut?”

“Mmhmm!”

He walked away and then two men came up to me.

“Get up,” said the older one. He was fat, and had a fat cock hanging out of his pants. He was massaging it with lube.

I got up, he slid underneath me and inserted himself into my anus. The other, younger one inserted himself into my pussy. I’d never been double-penetrated before. It hurt and felt good at the same time.

The one underneath me grabbed and squeezed my breasts as he fucked my asshole. “Mm,” he grunted. “Such a nice, tight hole. I’m gonna fill it with cum.”

I groaned, and they both started thrusting faster.

“Come on, shower us with your juice you cumslut.”

The one in my ass started pinching my nipples as I bobbed back and forth from their thrusts. There I was, my face covered in cum, taking two cocks at once.

I came again, ejecting a stream of juice onto them. They both grunted and groaned and the man underneath me started filling my tight hole with his hot seed.

The man in my pussy pulled out and walked to my face, and came in my dark hair.

As the man underneath me pulled out and lifted me off of him I felt his cum seeping from my anus. When I put my legs in the stirrups again I saw it dripping out. I started rubbing my clit, it made me want more.

“Ah, it looks like she’s finally accepted herself for what she really is. What are you, Lila?”

“A filthy slut,” I moaned.

“Good girl. Anyone else?”

“I want to fuck her pussy,” said the red-headed woman. She walked over to me and pulled her pants and panties off, and climbed onto the table, sticking her pussy in my face. I started eating it. “That’s right, baby, get that pussy nice and wet. Kelly, clean up that mess in her asshole.”

Kelly smiled at me and walked to the space between my thighs. She pulled the stool over and sat down, and started probing my asshole with her tongue, licking up the gobs of cum that were streaming down. When she finished, she walked over to me and waited for the redhead to climb down to the end of the table, then kissed me, feeding me the cum that was just in my asshole.

“You dirty, dirty cumslut,” she said, smacking me as I swallowed the jizz.

The redhead entwined her legs with mine and started rubbing her slick pussy against mine. I started groaning.

“Ever been fucked by a woman before?” she asked.

“No…” I moaned.

“You like getting fucked by another cunt? I can feel you dripping all over. Your cunt is saturated.”

She then leveraged herself so that she was on her knees fucking me, lifting my ass and pussy into the air.

“I’m gonna make you cum all over yourself, baby, then I’m gonna cum all over you.”

She glided against me hard and fast, our juices noisily mingling. She dug her nails into my legs and groaned as I watched her enjoy my warm, wet pussy. I started panting, and felt it welling up inside me again. I came, I felt it gush against her pussy, then it started streaming down my body.

“You like cumming all over yourself, you filthy slut?”

“Yes!” I answered as I came.

“I’m gonna cum all over that juicy pussy.” She was grinding hard against me, making my titties bounce. I grabbed my nipples and started playing with them, pinching them.

The other woman walked to me, her skirt already off. She climbed on top of me and sat on my face without a word. She looked down at me as I began eating her cunt.

“Mm eat that cunt bitch,” said the redhead. She groaned loudly and started cumming on my pussy. I felt her cum start dripping down my tummy and my ass.

“You’re a good little fuckslut. I might need your cunt again someday soon,” she said as she got off me.

I yelped as he slammed into me hard. I sucked on the pussy in my face faster as he railed me with his thick dick.

She started cumming, her cum was thick. Her pussy pulsated hard on my lips, I gathered her cum from her hole on my tongue then milked her clit some more.

She got off me when she was done using my mouth and walked to my pussy. She started rubbing my clit as Matheson fucked me, not saying a word. Andrews came over to me and stuck his meat in my mouth. He fucked it slow, as I salivated and gagged. Another man came up to the other side of me and smacked my face with his cock as I sucked Andrews’. Andrews said, “Don’t be rude, slut. Suck that cock.”

I turned my head and started sucking on the other cock, it was nice and fat. I moaned on it as Matheson pumped in and out, then reached out for Andrews’ and started jerking it.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he groaned.

I switched and started sucking him again, tightening my lips around him as hard as I could. I wanted to be especially good for him. I jerked the other guy, my hand slipping up and down as his cock dripped with my drool.

The woman who was rubbing my clit started rubbing it faster. She actually spoke and said, “Cum on that fat cock, slut.”

I started cumming again, squirting all over her and Matheson.

“I knew you liked my dick,” said Matheson, grunting.

After I finished cumming for the nth time, I switched back to the other man, jerking Andrews off. All of a sudden I heard a groan. Matheson pulled out of me and walked over.

“I’m gonna cum all over those delicious tits.” He spewed his thick, creamy cum all over my big titties, covering them.

He took his camera out and started taking pictures of me as I handled two cocks with my tits glazed and dripping with cum.

“We’re gonna send these out to our clients. We’re gonna tell them what a good whore you are.”

I felt another cock slip inside me. I started getting tired, my pussy felt raw. I moaned, but it was from the pain of too much pleasure.

I took Andrews’ cock in my mouth again and as I jerked the other guy, he started cumming. Matheson continued taking pictures.

“Ooh, that’s a good one,” he said as the man’s sperm landed on my face and Andrews’ cock filled my mouth.

Andrews started cumming too, filling my mouth with his salty seed. I swallowed it, filling my belly with more cum.

My pussy was sore, I kept crying out and sobbing as the man fucked me. The last man got up and walked to me and stuck his dick in my open, moaning mouth.

Filled with two cocks again, I started feeling my juices start dripping down to my asshole. I sucked the last cock voraciously, wanting to drain all the cum out of it.

“You need that cum, don’t you baby?” he said as he watched my head bob.

“Mhm!”

The man in my pussy pulled out and walked over to my face.

“Jerk my cock all over your face, you filthy bitch.”

I gripped it and started jerking it, my hand sliding up and down my own pussy juice. He started cumming, covering my face, shooting it in my hair. The man in my mouth started cumming too.

“Swallow each and every drop of that, slut. I know how hungry you are for it.”

I swallowed all of it.

When we were done, I laid there in my own cum, exhausted, covered in semen. Matheson took a few final shots. Everyone started leaving.

“We’ll reconvene in a month,” said Andrews. “Glad to see that all of you enjoyed our new cunt.”

Kelly started licking the cum from my face and feeding it to me. “You did so good, I’m proud of you. I knew you were made to be used like this. Why don’t you come home with me tonight? I’ll give you a bath, we can get to know each other a little better…”

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Good. Good girl.”

She swiped gobs of cum off my face and fed them to me. Then they all left the room, she told me to stay where I was. She returned with a towel five minutes later and wiped the rest off.

Ronald could not remember a hotter day. Though he was accustomed to the hot summers that inevitably found their way to the Deep South, Ronald had never withstood one while standing guard over some hot tar. Ronald wiped the sweat from his brow and began pacing up and down the side of the unfinished road. Such was life on the chain gang.

Ronald was grateful to have his new job as a guard for the rural prison. For a young man from the Deep South in the early 1950s it was a steady, well paying job. Like all of the other prison guards, Ronald was relatively handsome, had short brown hair and was white. This was in direct contrast to all of the prisoners that he watched over, who were generally poor, uneducated black men. Ronald felt sympathy for most of the prisoners, feeling that they had never been given a fair shake in the region. He knew that many in the area were highly racist, particularly his fellow guards, and he had no doubt that some of the black prisoners were unfairly incarcerated. This did not mean that all of the prisoners were saints, as Ronald knew from newspapers that a few had been caught in the act of committing their crimes. Always conscientious, Ronald tried his hardest to be fair to the prisoners, regardless of race or crime.

Strolling along the worksite, and trying to avoid the tar fumes by covering his face with a cloth, Ronald looked at the prisoners. The black men were slowly working, some pushing the tar across the road while others cleared sections up ahead. Ronald twirled his black club as he walked. A few of the guards had rifles, the sight of which kept thoughts of fleeing from entering the minds of most prisoners. The newer guards like Ronald carried the black clubs, mainly to defend themselves if a prisoner attacked or to punish someone who talked back. Looking at the prisoners once again, Ronald did not think it was a problem. Most of the prisoners were either old, fat or young and scrawny. The prisoners who actually looked somewhat threatening physically were all chained at the ankles in order to keep them from getting any ideas. All, except for one.

The biggest, proudest prisoner on the chain gang wore no chains. Ronald had been told about Luke before starting his first shift. A giant of a man at 6’6 and seemingly stronger than any man Ronald had ever seen, Luke had developed an unspoken understanding with the guards. When they initially tried to chain his ankles, the black man proved too strong for even three or four guards to overpower. No amount of beatings would dissuade him from defying the guards. Still, the guards quickly noticed the effect that he had on the other prisoners, as Luke generally kept them in line with just a hard look from his coal black eyes. Although they would never admit it, their jobs were made easier by letting Luke take charge of the other prisoners. Luke continued to defiantly work chainless, while also breaking from the others by not wearing the tattered grey shirt that had been assigned to him. The tremendous heat, both from the sun above and the tar below, seemed not to affect Luke as strongly as it did the others. He was covered in sweat, but his head remained high and his shoulders unbowed. Ronald admired the quiet way that Luke managed to exert control on the others, and hoped that he would never cross paths with that particular prisoner if he tried to escape.

Ronald continued walking along the unfinished road until he heard a loud, harsh bellow.

“Ronald! Got a job for y’all!” A man’s voice carried down the road.

Ronald hurried over to his superior. Known by the guards and prisoners alike only as The Captain, he was the chief guard for the prison and one of the more fearsome individuals Ronald had ever seen. The Captain had an impressive build, but his fearsome aura came mainly from his attire. Wearing the regular guard uniform with a large golden star over his heart, The Captain also wore a large black cowboy hat and extremely dark sunglasses that reflected everything. He intimidated everyone on the chain gang with the exception of Luke, guards included.

“Yes Captain?” Ronald said, his voice cracking slightly as he spoke.

“Got us a new prisoner today. Just our luck. Go over to the shack and fetch that nigger like a good boy.” The Captain responded, his harsh expression never changing.

Ronald rushed down the dirt path that lead to the prison camp, arriving in only a few minutes. The prisoners were kept in a long wooden shack, which had grown quite squalid over the years. Ronald entered the shack just as the prisoner was being given the rules of the prison by the warden, an old fat man referred to as Big Daddy.

“So now you got it, boy? Lights out at 11, no work on the holy day, no noise and no funny business after dark. You just do as your told and we ain’t gunna have no trouble.” Big Daddy said in his thick southern drawl before giving the new prisoner two light slaps on the cheek. Wearing a white suit that somehow managed to contain his impressive girth, Big Daddy waddled back down the hallway toward the exit, the floorboards creaking underneath him with every step. Already in his 60s and quite heavy, Big Daddy’s breathing was labored by the time he reached Ronald.

“Well you must be the new guard. I expect you and I are going to get along just fine, so long as you do your job and stay away from Big Daddy’s little girl!” He said with a laugh as he slapped Ronald on the back.

“Yes sir, I will! I mean I won’t! I mean…” Ronald stumbled with his words.

“Calm down son. You just take this nigger down to the road so we get some work out of him.” The old warden stated before finally leaving the shack.

Always one to do as he was told, Ronald escorted the new prisoner out of the shack. They both looked back at the prisoner’s new home. The decrepit shack did not look remotely like a welcoming home, particularly compared with Big Daddy’s large, white plantation style manor visible in the distance behind it. After a few moments, Ronald directed the prisoner toward to the dirt path and then to the road.

“What exactly is your name?” Ronald asked the new prisoner, hoping to help both of them get off to a good start at the prison camp.

“Re… Re… Reggie.” The prisoner studdered as he responded. He was clearly terrified to be at the prison, which Ronald completely understood.

The new prisoner was a wiry young black man who Ronald guessed must have been just 18. He seemed too nervous to speak any further as they walked toward the road, so Ronald just quietly took him along.

“Take that boy down to the end of the road!” The Captain hollered once they reached their destination.

The prisoners looked up from their work as Ronald took the new prisoner by the arm. Most of them smirked at the young man, while a few of the old men laughed.

“OOOOO you gonna get it tonight nigga!” one of the prisoners said as they walked by.

“No way he lasts more than 30 seconds after dark!” another prisoner followed.

“He’ll be beggin for mercy before he knows it!” said yet another prisoner.

Ronald looked at the young man. He was drenched with sweat and his eyes were bulging with fear. If Ronald had more experience on the job he would have told the prisoners to stop threatening one of their own, but as it was he left them alone. The new prisoner was visibly shaking, and Ronald could feel the young man’s arm jerking away from him as they neared the end of the road. Before he knew it, the road erupted in noise as the new prisoner pulled away from his grasp, and a black blur moved in front of him.

The new prisoner had hardly advanced 10 feet before Luke had caught him and pinned him to the ground. He sat on top of the young man, his massive black frame completely overpowering his much smaller counterpart. Luke held the runner’s face to the ground with one hand.

“Listen, you’re gettin tested tonight. You will take the test, and you will like it.” Luke said in a deep voice that almost sounded like a growl. He then released his newest roommate and stood up. The guards rushed over with a set of chains to ensure that a similar incident would not happen again. Ronald took a few deep breaths to allow his nerves to recover before he resumed walking his post. He decided that whatever the prisoners had planned for Reggie that night, he was going to look out for him. Ronald would ensure that no harm came to Reggie on his first night.

A few hours passed and the afternoon sun beat down on prisoner and guard alike. Following Luke’s example, Reggie settled down and got to work on the road with the other prisoners. While walking his section of the road Ronald noticed at one point that the prisoners, usually loudly talking or singing work songs to coordinate their timing, fell silent. Many of the prisoners were looking past the road and behind Ronald, with many of the old black men leaning on their tar brooms as they stopped and stared. Curious, Ronald turned his head to see what had drawn the attention of so many men.

Emerging from the path like an angel from heaven was a stunningly beautiful nymphet. She wore a short, loose fitting purple dress and carried a large bucket in front of her. Soapy water sloshed out of the bucket with each step.

“Who on Earth is that?” Ronald asked the guard nearest to him.

“That would be Miss Mercy, Big Daddy’s daughter.” replied the guard.

“Should she be here? How old is she?” Ronald continued, still flabbergasted by the image roughly 50 feet in front of him.

“She’s a tender 18 years old, and Miss Mercy is allowed to go anywhere she wants I do believe.” Said that guard once again, shaking his head as he slowly walked away from Ronald. His eyes never left Mercy.

Ronald was transfixed by the angel in front of him. Mercy, daughter of the warden. All thoughts of the prison camp, including the prisoners and his own boss, left Ronald’s mind. Mercy was a vision of feminine beauty as she walked toward a car that one of the guards had taken to work. A 5’5 blonde with soft skin tanned by the hot sun, Mercy’s dress did nothing to hide her voluptuous body. Lithe feminine legs, an ass as juicy as a Georgia peach andwith breasts as full and supple as sin, Mercy cut a figure that no man could ignore. Ronald marvelled not only at her body, but at her boldness. For any woman, better yet a tantalizingly sexy white woman, to parade like this in front of a bunch of hardened black prisoners was almost unimaginable to Ronald. His only conclusion was that Mercy knew her father ruled the prison with an iron fist and that the guards would shoot anyone who came near her. Still, it impressed Ronald that none of the prisoners so much as stirred as she sauntered in front of them.

Mercy dropped the bucket in front of the car. From the bucket she pulled a large yellow sponge, soaked with water and soap suds. Mercy’s body pointed toward the road, and all of the men who were toiling on it, but her face was looking at the car. She held the sponge to her chest and squeezed, a small torrent of water and soap dribbling down all over her breasts and dress. Ronald’s jaw fell open as Mercy’s sensuous tits glistened and the thin fabric of her purple dress clung to her body. It was quite apparent that Mercy was wearing nothing underneath.

Her front soaked, Mercy began slowly circling the car, dragging her finger along it as she moved. The combination of the water dripping from her and her slippered steps left a muddy trail behind her. Mercy stopped at the side of the car’s trunk, her lower body obscured from view. Slowly leaning over the trunk, Mercy began scrubbing the car in a circular motion with her sponge. Her moist tits hung below her chest, swaying with each motion of her arm. Ronald felt his pulse quicken as the warden’s daughter went to work. She quickly increased the speed of her motions, causing her tits to bounce up and down rapidly. The jiggling led to a tightening in many pants along the road. Mercy then moved back toward the centre of the car, placing the sponge on top. She then began scrubbing the top of the car, although this was a struggle due to her height. Mercy pressed into the car so that she could reach, causing her soapy chest to press into the car windows. As Mercy moved her arm on top of the car her soaked tits pressed into the windows, cleaning them in her own unique way. Whenever she pressed into the car her tits would swell out to the side seductively for all to see. After a few minutes of this Mercy took a break, leaning against the wet car for a few moments.

After giving the prisoners and guards a few moments to catch their breath Mercy returned to her bucket in front of the car, immersing her sponge once again. While she bent down to do this, all of the men could see the after effects of leaning against the wet car. Mercy’s dress was now soaked in the back as well and clung to her curvy hips and round ass, only the area of her crack not stretching against the thin purple material. Once content that her sponge was sufficiently drenched, Mercy returned to the car. This time she would focus her attention on the front end of the car while the attention of everyone else was on her back end.

Mercy walked to the hood of the car and leaned into it. In order to reach far across the hood she had to stand on her toes, which she did on one foot while spreading her other leg to the side and resting it on the car. The men viewing her were given a tremendous view of Mercy’s ass as it bobbed up and down with each scrubbing motion, while the wet and clingy fabric just barely obscured her pink womanhood. An audible groan of arousal from one of the black prisoners behind him brought Ronald’s mind back from its carnal wanderings. Ronald did not think it was right for Mercy to be doing this in front of all the men, particularly the prisoners. He assumed that many hadn’t even seen a woman for months or years, better yet one as incredibly sexy as Mercy. Still, Ronald was convinced that the innocent creature in front of him was just blissfully ignorant. There was no way she could know the impact her little show was having. Almost seeing Mercy’s pussy, the most forbidden piece of heaven he could imagine, was a greater tease than Ronald could conceive of.

Mercy eventually moved off the hood of the car, her whole body now wet from her blonde hair all the way down her soft, tanned legs. She bent down by the front wheel and began rubbing her sponge up and down the hubcap, all the while sticking her ass out proudly. By this point Ronald had a full blown erection, and from a quick look around he noticed that he was certainly not the only one as the gray pants the prisoners wore struggled to contain their arousal.

“She don’t know what she’s doin!” Exclaimed the new prisoner, Reggie, as the temptation was clearly becoming too much for him to handle.

“Hell yes she do!” Stated a burly prisoner further just to the side of Ronald.

“Can’t wait to see that boy get his tonight! He’s so soft, no way he passes the test!” An elderly prisoner stated with excitement.

“That’s enough. No more of this shit.” Said Luke, his deep voice quieting all of the men on the road. He had hardly looked up at Mercy’s show, instead continuing steadily with his work.

Content with her work, Mercy finished washing the car as the men quieted down. After collecting her bucket she looked over at the men for the first time since she first burst through the path. Satisfied with her work, she gave just the hint of an almost imperceptible smile before turning around and returning whence she came. Ronald was in part relieved that Mercy had finally left, but he knew that the memory of her body as she washed the car would forever be seared into his mind.

“Oooooooo-eeeeeee you are getting it tonight son!” Said yet another prisoner toward Reggie before he began cackling. Despite the protrusion in the front of his pants, Reggie looked terrified.

A loud gunshot broke up any laughter that remained. It was a clear signal from the guards that everyone was to shut up and go back to work. They all had been lucky that The Captain or Big Daddy hadn’t been around for what had just happened, and the guards did not feel like pushing their luck.

Ronald continued walking his post. Trying to shake the image of Mercy from his mind, he focused on what the prisoners had said. Feeling some kinship with Reggie as they were both new to the prison camp, Ronald resolved that he would look out for the young prisoner. He would not allow the other prisoners to hurt him that night, no matter what plans or tests they may have been planning.

That night Ronald made a point of returning to the prison camp hours after his shift had ended. He arrived at 11PM, just as the lights went out in the shack that housed the prisoners. Once it was time for lights out the prisoners were locked in the shack until morning, with only the guards and Big Daddy having keys. There was always one guard on duty through the night but they tended to keep to themselves in the guard hut, usually falling asleep unless the prisoners were particularly noisy. Ronald was convinced that whatever was going to happen to Reggie would happen after lights out, and he was going to stand guard outside and watch over him.

Ronald found himself a barrel to sit on to the side of the shack. It was underneath a broken window, which enabled him to listen for any signs of trouble. While Ronald sat there looking up at the starry sky, all he could hear was the sound of prisoners betting on how Reggie would fare during the mysterious test. The consensus seemed to be that he would crack in less than a minute, with just a few betting that he would last around 90 seconds. It seemed to be a given that he would not survive whatever the test was. Ronald grew increasingly nervous as time passed and the prisoners grew more excited. Both Reggie and Luke could not be heard in the shack.

After nearly half an hour, Ronald heard some loud rustling in the shack. He got off the barrel and listened, trying to figure out what had caused the commotion. Most of the talking was too fast to understand, but from what Ronald could make out the prisoners were excited because the test was soon about to begin. Ronald ascertained that something big was coming and felt himself break out in a sweat. Nervous, he began looking around the large compound. It did not take long for him to see a completely unexpected sight.

A round, golden glow was slowly approaching the shack. Ronald crouched and stayed silent as it drew nearer, a slight jingling sound becoming audible as the light approached. Initially it seemed that the ball of light floated toward him in the darkness, but soon Ronald could see a sexy pair of bare legs just underneath. Ronald’s mouth was ajar as Mercy was finally visible to him, her eyes fixed only on the shack. Carrying a lamp as she walked toward the shack, Mercy was wearing a short white nightgown that just barely made it down to her tender thighs. Even in the darkness Ronald could see Mercy’s nipples poking against the fabric as the cool air, or possibly something else, clearly had an effect on her body.

Ronald was incredibly confused as Mercy placed the lantern on the ground in front of the shack, completely unaware that she was being watched by the new guard. She fumbled with a large key ring before settling on a large golden key with a skull on the end. Mercy inserted the key into the lock that kept the black prisoners at bay and paused. Ronald was hopeful that she had come to her senses, but she used the time only to play with her hair until her blonde locks fell almost perfectly into place. Ronald wanted to stop the angelic beauty who had appeared in the darkness as a ray of light, but he could not move. Whether this was due to shock, nerves or arousal he couldn’t say. After almost half a minute Mercy turned the key and slowly pushed open the creaky wooden door.

Ronald’s mind raced as Mercy entered the shack. He was completely unable to imagine what she could be thinking. Now fearful for the gorgeous young woman even more than he was for Reggie, Ronald quickly moved back to the barrel next to the shack. He climbed onto it and stood facing the small broken window. From that vantage point he could look down on the prisoners and their newest guest while also listening.

Ronald watched as Mercy slowly walked down the centre aisle of the shack, her lantern illuminating the scene for him to see. To his great shock, the prisoners did not seem at all surprised at the appearance of the warden’s scantily clad daughter. Each step Mercy took illuminated another smiling black face.

“Fuckin get ready for this shit! I got two smokes riding on you lastin more than a minute!” Said another man.

From what Ronald could tell, the broken window he was peering through was above Reggie’s bed. The young black man remained silent, and Ronald assumed that he was as shocked as he himself felt.

Mercy continued walking until she reached Reggie’s bed, where she stopped and held the lantern out until a black arm from the next bed reached over and grabbed it. She stood there in front of Reggie, and Ronald, with one leg crossed behind the other and a small smile spreading across her face.

Ronald enjoyed the view of Mercy’s tremendous body in her nightgown, but found his eyes drawn to her face. He had not been able to truly appreciate her beauty when Mercy had teased him and the other men from a distance. Now, he was further awestruck. Mercy’s long blonde hair fell into careless tresses that framed her beautiful face. Her eyes were such a bright blue that Ronald could clearly make out their colour, similar to pictures he had seen of water in tropical locales, even from outside. Mercy had a thin face with soft cheekbones and a small button nose. She was fixing Reggie in his bed with a long stare, and Ronald could see that the prisoner was not moving other than a slow movement along his upper thigh. Mercy grabbed her right arm with her left hand and started rubbing up and down, which caused her soft tits to push closer together and increase the size of her already ample cleavage. Ronald realized that Mercy was waiting for something when a voice finally spoke up.

“All wound up Miss Mercy. We ready to time it once you start.” Said the prisoner who held the lamp on his bed.

Ronald looked over for a split second and saw that the man was holding a watch in hand. When he looked back to Mercy, Ronald saw her lick her pouty pink lips very slowly. Mercy then walked forward gracefully and sat down gently on the side of Reggie’s bed near his left knee.

“Hi, my name is Mercy. Who exactly are you?” Mercy asked the young, startled black prisoner in a sweet and airy voice.

“I… I’m Reg… Reg ahhhhh” Reggie tried to say his name, but while he stuttered Mercy had placed her hand on his upper thigh. This encouraging act nearly caused Reggie to jump out of the bed.

“Settle down Reggie, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Mercy said sweetly once again, this time moving her hand up to Reggie’s crotch. She began rubbing him as the other prisoners laughed quietly. It seemed to Ronald that they had all seen this kind of thing happen before, and knew to keep quiet so the guards would not intervene.

“Good boy Reggie, just stay nice and calm. I’m sure the boys all told you about the little test, right?” Mercy continued, leaning forward and smiling at Reggie as she spoke. This gave both Reggie and Ronald a tremendous view of her cleavage, causing full blown erections in each man. The men in the shack laughed again, their eyes growing increasingly eager.

“Uhhhh ahhhhh yes maam…” Reggie struggled to speak to the goddess sitting on his bed. He was now visibly erect and straining the front of his pants.

“Good. Now at this little camp we believe in taking good care of our guests. Even bad boys deserve a little Mercy, don’t you think?” Mercy asked as her hand moved up to the elastic of Reggie’s pants. He was only able to nod his head in response, doing so faster than anyone Ronald had ever seen before.

Content with his response, Mercy tugged on Reggie’s pants as his throbbing cock sprung free. Reggie sighed with relief as Ronald marveled at what he saw. He estimated that Reggie’s cock had to be at least 7 or 8 inches long, and it was amazing that a man so thin could have something so thick between his legs. Ronald watched as Mercy quickly grabbed the big black cock with both hands and began appraising it inch by inch with her bright blue eyes. Mercy’s beaming smile clearly indicated that she approved.

The warden’s lovely daughter wasted no time in getting to work. The large black snake now free from its constraints, she kissed it right on the dark black head with her pretty pink lips. Mercy then began licking all along the prisoner’s cock, first along the underside and then along each smooth dark side. Once it was completely coated, Mercy moved her lips back up to the head and gave it a quick lick. She then parted her lips, and Ronald saw his sweet angel take the huge black cock straight into her mouth.

The room was now completely quiet except for the slurping sounds coming from Mercy’s seemingly expert mouth and occasional exclamations of “Oh Lord!” from Reggie. Ronald watched as Mercy bobbed her head on Reggie’s cock, taking in at least five thick inches like it was nothing. The idea that this was Mercy’s first time, an idea that Ronald had wanted desperately to believe, was now too absurd to sustain. Mercy was far too skillful to be sucking a dick for only the first time.

Ronald watched as Mercy moved one hand down to Reggie’s balls and began tenderly toying with them, which caused his hips to buckle in an instantaneous response. With her other hand, Mercy moved her hair out of her eyes. This allowed her to stare at Reggie with those big blue eyes, which at the time conveyed the glee that Mercy was feeling at the time. Now seemingly inspired, she began sucking the big black cock deeper and at a more rapid pace, while Ronald watched the thick black flesh slide in and out of Mercy’s stretched mouth. Reggie’s breathing became audibly hurried as his orgasm clearly neared. Watching Mercy and feeling her warm mouth on his rod was proving to be far too much for him.

Sensing that the young black man was about to blow, Mercy moved to her endgame. The next time she bobbed her head down on the black meat, Mercy didn’t stop until her face pressed into Reggie’s pubic mane and lower abdomen. Mercy was able to effortlessly deepthroat the big black cock, and did so rapidly. Ronald could hardly believe his eyes as Mercy continued to deepthroat the biggest cock he could remember seeing, often employing a corkscrew motion as she moved her mouth up and down his cock.

After just a few corkscrews Reggie began bucking his hips wildly as he succumbed to the test. Ronald could not see exactly how much Reggie was cumming, but he knew it must have been a huge load as for a long time he kept thrusting and Mercy kept sucking with her lips holding the cock in a vice grip. The bulge in both of Mercy’s thin cheeks gave Ronald a hint at just how much semen she had gotten from the new prisoner. After some time both Mercy and Reggie slowed, until eventually Mercy slowly pulled her face up, polishing every inch of black cock along the way.

“Holy Mother of Mercy!” Reggie loudly exclaimed, his religious background shining through once again and causing the other prisoners to burst out in laughter. Mercy joined them, allowing a small amount of Reggie’s jizz to drip onto her chin. Mercy used her finger to collect the prize she so skillfully acquired before she swallowed it happily.

“I think we’re off to a good start now at the camp now, Reggie. The rest of you boys, I’ll be seeing y’all before too long.” Mercy said with a smile. Ronald watched her pick up the lamp and walk further down the aisle, away from the door. This caught him off guard, until the lantern finally illuminated the far wall.

Luke was lying in a bed some distance away from the others. It seemed that he had some extra privacy, most likely a perk for being the leader of the prisoners. His bed was parallel to the far wall, a few feet away from both the wall and the nearest bed. Unlike the other prisoners it appeared that Luke did not deem Mercy’s introduction to Reggie to be a must see event. Still, Mercy was walking away from all of the other men and directly toward him.

“Not bad at all boy, you lasted 104 seconds!” Said the man holding the watch. This statement caused most of the prisoners to react either positively or negatively depending on how they had wagered. Ronald hardly paid attention to them as his eyes followed Mercy as she walked to Luke.

“Why did you… time it?” Reggie asked, clearly still winded and confused.

“Miss Mercy likes to test us all like that. Said that if any of us could last five minutes then we could fuck her!” Stated another prisoner, an old bald man.

“Has anyone ever…” Reggie continued.

“No one ever got to two minutes… except for him. Be proud of yourself son!” The man with the watch replied. It was quite clear that he was referring to Luke. All of the men could remember when Mercy tested Luke. He had lasted well over five minutes, and Mercy became increasingly desperate to make him cum. Finally Luke had decided that enough was enough and he took his cock out of Mercy’s hungry mouth. She had initially been disappointed, but that soon faded as Luke held her to her given word and nailed her right there in front of all the other prisoners.

The men continued congratulating Reggie as Mercy finally arrived at Luke’s bed. She then placed the lantern on the ground and reached toward the wall, her hand finding a white curtain that she dragged across the length of the shack. Ronald was disappointed by this privacy which was afforded to Luke, clearly another perk due to his prominent position among the prisoners. Desperate, and more than confident that Reggie was fine, Ronald jumped off the barrel and ran toward the back of the shack.

Ronald wasted no time in getting to the back wall of the shack. He did not know what was going to happen behind that curtain, but he knew he needed to see it. A single spot on light on the wall gave Ronald hope, and he rushed over to it. A piece from one of the wooden boards on the wall had broken off, and Ronald could see and hear the inside of the shack if he crouched down slightly.

“Did you like my little show earlier?” Mercy asked anxiously as Luke sat up in the bed, still shirtless as he was earlier in the day.

“Yeah.” Luke replied, seemingly much more interested in looking at Mercy’s body than he was in answering her questions.

“You know it was for you baby. Sometimes I’m in the big lonely house, and just thinking about you working on that road gets me so hot…” Mercy spoke with an excitement that Ronald had not heard before. As she spoke Luke silently approached her, the black man a foot taller than the southern beauty and looking like a mass of black muscle.

Mercy looked at Luke’s face for a response, clearly hopeful that he would respond positively to her claims. Instead, he simply placed his hands around Mercy’s waist and hoisted her up into the air. Luke then turned Mercy until she was upside down, with his arms underneath her spread legs. Gravity took effect as Mercy’s nightgown fell to the floor, exposing her naked body to both Luke and Ronald.

Ronald marveled at Mercy’s body, his still erect penis throbbing with desire. Her tan was uniform throughout her whole body, and her skin looked softer than anything that Ronald had ever seen. Mercy’s immaculate breasts hung near her face, a consequence of being held upside down. Still Ronald could appreciate how firm and full they were just from looking, and he particularly admired the pink nipples that pointed outward like the erasers on pencils.

Mercy pulled Luke’s pants down quickly, and Ronald had to put a hand over his mouth to prevent a loud gasp. Luke’s monster cock absolutely dwarfed Reggie’s. To Ronald’s utter amazement, it was significantly bigger in every way. He was convinced that somehow Luke’s big black cock was bigger than the black club they had given him for guard duty. Ronald’s amazement continued as Mercy pulled her head back before somehow managing to fit the huge black monster into her mouth. She groaned happily once it was inside, with the groan turning into a squeal of delight once Luke buried his tongue into her pussy.

Ronald could not see exactly what Luke was doing to Mercy, but it was obvious that she was loving it. His face was buried in her pussy, his tongue alternating between flicking her clit and thrusting into her pink gash, and she had wrapped her thighs tightly around the strong black man’s head. Mercy had also increased the speed of her head motions once Luke started eating her out, her head now rapidly oscillating on the dark steel rod. Exuberance and experience allowed Mercy to take even more of Luke’s manhood than she had with Reggie.

After a few minutes of this, Ronald saw Mercy’s eyes scrunch up as a moaning sound emanated from her mouth. Ronald watched as Mercy’s hands grabbed Luke’s powerful ass and pushed him completely inside her. A lusty scream from Mercy was muffled by the big black cock still pounding her mouth. Her blue eyes were squinted and her eyebrows raised, and in spite of his lack of sexual experience Ronald knew that Mercy had climaxed. Ronald watched as her toned thighs loosened around Luke’s head while the prisoner kicked off his pants and walked toward his bed, still holding Mercy as though she weighed nothing.

Luke knelt down as laid Mercy down on his bed, his cock never leaving her mouth. Luke continued pistoning his cock into Mercy’s upside down mouth as her head hung off the bed. Ronald could see between the prison leader’s muscular legs as his big black balls hung low and rhythmically smacked into Mercy’s forehead. Luke took advantage of his vantage point but bringing his colossal hands up to Mercy’s tits and squeezing them aggressively. The blonde reacted to his touch by squirming with delight and bringing her own hand to her soaked pussy.

Luke continued to piston his cock in and out of Mercy’s luscious mouth while playing with her pink nipples with his strong, dark fingers. The warden’s sexy daughter seemed to somehow be able to completely deepthroat the massive black cock with ease in this position. Ronald noticed that Luke’s cock glistened in the lantern’s light as more and more of Mercy’s saliva coated him. Once he was finally satisfied, Luke gave Mercy’s breasts one last large tweak before pulling his cock out of her. Luke then sat back on the bed before turning Mercy’s body around and lying on the bed.

“Oh you’re so amazing daddy, I just love your big black cock!” Mercy said as she climbed on top of the black man, straddling his crotch.

Luke said nothing in response as Mercy positioned herself over his cock. Ronald marveled at Luke’s ability to keep his cool. Seeing Mercy press Luke’s black cock against her gorgeous pink pussy was almost too much for Ronald to bare as he felt his dick straining against his pants. Mercy began slowly lowering herself onto Luke’s cock, the huge black snake somehow slithering deeper and deeper into her forbidden garden. Mercy tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide, her loud breathing being clearly audible to Ronald outside the shack. Ronald had seen and heard enough. He quickly unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. Dropping his tight underwear, Ronald began furiously jerking on his dick as a wave of relief and pleasure washed over him.

Ronald continued watching as Luke put his hands on Mercy’s hips and pushed down, forcing his whole cock deep inside her. An audible scream escaped Mercy’s lips, one tinged with slight pain and lots of ecstasy, and Ronald worried that the guard on duty would hear. There was no sign of movement in the guard shack, so Ronald continued stroking his dick and watching the prisoner fuck the warden’s daughter.

Ronald wondered how Mercy could fit all of the black cock inside her, as he figured it must be up to her tight bellybutton. It was clear that Mercy’s ample practice with Luke’s cock was paying dividends for both of them. Once Mercy was re-accustomed to his tremendous size, Luke sat up on the bed while Mercy arched her back away from him. Her immaculate tits now pointed directly at him, with her hard nipples pointing up proudly, Luke started sucking Mercy’s sensitive nipples into his mouth. His thick lips loudly sucked on Mercy, the pink circles in the middle of each breast disappearing and then appearing with each movement of his lips.

“Ohhh daddy you fuck me so good!” Mercy screeched as they started thrusting into each other more wildly, the loud creaks from the old bed partially drowning her out.

Mercy had her legs wrapped around Luke, her ankles locked just above his ass. Ronald saw a familiar look of serenity and delight cross Mercy’s face as their pace reached a pinnacle, the sounds of their flesh slapping together now louder than the creaking bed.

“OHHHHHH HEAVENS NEVER STOP POUNDING ME WITH THIS BIG NIGGER PRICK!” Called Mercy as she started cumming once again, one hand pressing into the back of Luke’s head while she pressed her nails into his back with the other. It was only then that Ronald noticed the faded scars on Luke’s back, but he hardly paid them any attention.

Luke and Mercy both slowed after her orgasm. To Ronald’s relief, they were not yet finished. Mercy laid on her back as Luke moved forward, never removing his cock from her pink box. Luke hooked his arms under Mercy’s knees before moving her sexy legs up onto him, with her thighs pressing into his thick chest and her ankles hanging on his wide shoulders. Luke balanced himself by pushing his fists into the bed as he leaned forward. Once stabilized, he began forcefully pounding into Mercy.

The sight of a huge prisoner, a black prisoner no less, absolutely dominating the warden’s gorgeous white daughter was incredible to Ronald. This kind of thing didn’t happen, especially in the Deep South. Ronald continued watching as Luke folded Mercy’s body while he slammed into her, doing whatever he wanted to her body to bring himself pleasure. Above her, Mercy’s narrow feet were shaking with each of Luke’s thrusts, her toes spreading and curling with delight each time. The sight of Luke’s cock sliding in and out of Mercy was clearly visible, reshaping her rapidly to a size no other man could hope to fill while the sounds of their white and black flesh slamming into each other grew louder.

Ronald felt like he was ready to explode after a few minutes of this action, but he couldn’t cum. It didn’t feel like he had the right until Luke, who actually did all the work, started cumming. Waiting for Luke to pull out and blow his wad, Ronald continued jerking off. He was completely entranced by the sight inside the shack, and was completely oblivious to his surroundings. The calls of forest animals and bugs and the cool night air did not draw any attention from Ronald. Eventually Mercy started to breathlessly say “Yes” while her orgasm face returned and Luke actually started grunting with each thrust. Ronald knew that Luke would pull out soon, as cumming in the warden’s daughter would be like a death sentence for the black prisoner.

To Ronald’s great surprise, Luke only pushed himself further on top of Mercy and thrust himself even more deeply into her. Mercy immediately started cumming again, and a snarl of relief was released from Luke. With that, Ronald finally felt a huge release as his dick shot his whole load against the back wall of the shack. This was accompanied uncontrollably by a rather loud groan of satisfaction from the newest guard.

Luke gradually backed away from Mercy, allowing her legs to fall to his side. Ronald heard a slight whimper come from the girl as Luke pulled his mass of black flesh out of her. Amazement from Ronald followed as Luke’s black seed poured out of Mercy’s gaping pussy like a waterfall once his cock was removed. The sheet below was soaked as Ronald wondered how any man could cum so much, even if they were with someone as sexy as Mercy.

“That was amazing lover!” Mercy said as she sat up, her tits rising and falling with each strained breath. She leaned forward and gave Luke a big kiss on the mouth, to which he barely responded.

“What was that noise though, when you started cumming in me?” Mercy continued as Luke sat there looking at the gushing pussy he had just owned.

“Someone was watching us outside that hole in the wall. That new guard.” Luke replied, very matter of factly.

Ronald was shocked. Somehow, Luke had seen him watching the whole scene between him and Mercy. He gave no indication while fucking Mercy, even though getting caught in such a compromising situation could mean his death. Ronald felt a sort of admiration for the way that Luke coolly went about his business. Quickly pulling his pants back on, Ronald hoped that he could get away from the shack before Mercy or any additional prisoners saw him.

Ronald wasted no time in moving to the front of the shack. He had parked his vehicle some distance away, through the woods so that no one would know he was there. Ronald made it to the tree line past the shack when he heard a soft voice call out to him.

“Help me please.” Said the soft, sweet voice. Ronald turned around to see Mercy looking at him, motioning him over with her index finger. Now back in her little white nightgown, Mercy still looked like an angel from Ronald’s dreams as the light from the lantern made her stand out in stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. Ronald, resigned to being caught, hung his head and walked toward the warden’s daughter.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Ronald. Do you think you could escort me back to the big house? It’s not safe for a young woman to be walking around a prison camp at night you know.” Mercy said, even though both were aware that she was completely safe.

“Yes maam, it would be my pleasure.” Ronald said, nodding eagerly as he did so.

Ronald and Mercy walked quietly back to the large plantation style home. She did not seem inclined to say anything, and Ronald was far too nervous to bring up any subject. Ronald wanted to stop on the edge of the vast lawn, but Mercy motioned for him to follow her right up to the steps. Once at the bottom of the steps, Mercy placed the lamp on the step and blew out the light.

“Well Ronald, thank you for escorting a lady in need.” Mercy said, the light from the moon now allowing Ronald to see her.

“My pleasure.” Ronald replied, still unsure how he should handle the situation.

“Such a gentleman. I hope to see you around these parts again.” Mercy said. She then leaned into Ronald, and after standing on her toes she gave Ronald a kiss on the cheek.

Ronald put his hand up to his cheek where Mercy had kissed him and knew that he was blushing. He watched the blonde beauty, the moonlight shining on her hair, as she ascended the stairs and snuck back into the house. They had not discussed what Ronald had seen, but both knew that there was no need. Ronald was completely wrapped around Mercy’s finger. He would be keeping quiet about what he saw, and he would be back to see more.

The next few weeks at the prison camp followed a similar pattern. Multiple times each week Mercy would make an appearance while the prisoners were working on the chain gang, always under a disingenuous guise. On some occasions she was carrying lemonade for the thirsty guards to drink, which she just happened to spill all over her chest. Another time she visited them to bring a document she claimed that Big Daddy wanted them all to sign. When Mercy happened to drop the document and picked it up, all of the prisoners had a great view of her completely uncovered ass and pussy.

Ronald tried to pick up as many night shifts as possible. When he was the night guard, he would wait for Mercy to arrive at the shack and provide mercy to whatever prisoner or prisoners she deemed to be most in need. This was always followed up by Luke getting to actually fuck Mercy. On nights when he wasn’t assigned to guard duty Ronald would still show up, hopeful that Mercy would be making an appearance. It was very rare for him to leave disappointed.

The highlight for Ronald was one particular night after a day during which the prisoners had been particularly disruptive. The warden had loaned Luke to a different prison camp, one where they were working on a particularly labour intensive job, and he was not expected back until the next day. Several prisoners had talked back to guards and many had fooled around, primarily due to the absence of Luke’s leadership, drawing the ire of The Captain. His threat, a gunshot to the air, had convinced the prisoners that enough was enough. Still, that night they were bouncing off the walls inside the small prison shack, giving Ronald all that he could handle.

Mercy was a welcome sight that night, though unexpected. Mercy had been at a debutante ball earlier that night, as was obvious given her fancy hairstyle with tight blonde curls pressed up on her head. Mercy was also wearing a short, silky black slip that she had worn under her gown earlier in the evening. Ronald had also not expected that she would show up on a night when Luke was not around. Still Mercy made her way toward the shack with a clear goal in mind, and Ronald made his way toward the broken window so that he would see what it was.

The prisoners were rowdy before Mercy entered, fighting with each other and yelling. Once the alluring southern belle entered the room however things quieted down immediately.

“Listen up boys, I just spent the whole damn night at a stodgy ball with nothing put white boys chasing after me. I need something big, hard and black to make my night right. Any volunteers?” Mercy said, a toothy white smile growing on her face. The prisoners eyes grew wide and a few hooted and hollered as she spoke. Some prisoners had already noted that when Ronald was the night guard the rules were not strictly enforced.

Mercy made her way to the centre of the room and dropped to her knees enthusiastically. Her beautiful blue eyes scanned the room, stopping to stare at each prisoner and give him an invitation to earthy delight. The men soon surrounded her, the bulges in their pants conveying just how ready they were.

Mercy quickly grabbed the pants containing the bulge nearest to her face and pulled them down. The big black cock inside sprung out like a cobra, and Mercy instinctively caught it right in her mouth. The fat black man’s eyes nearly burst out of his head as Mercy gobbled his 7 inches of cock meat like it was nothing at all. She then reached for the pants of the men on either side of her with each hand, pulling them down as well while still sucking the big black cock. Mercy then grabbed those cocks and began stroking them lovingly. The rest of the prisoners, plus Ronald, dropped their pants.

Mercy began attacking each big black cock with her requisite enthusiasm, sucking each one rhythmically while stroking the two next to it. Each prisoner had his cock warmed up for Mercy, and she made the most of it. The old prisoners saw Mercy press her lips into their grey pubic hair while she took their cocks, the fat ones saw her forehead press into their stomachs as she engulfed them, and the skinny ones had a great view as Mercy worked her tongue slowly all along their black manhood.

Before long Mercy had all of the cocks ready to burst as they surrounded her like several long black bazookas ready to deliver their hot load at any moment. Clearly finding that the straps of her slip were just getting in the way, Mercy pulled them down until her tits sprung freely from their constraints. The sight of Mercy’s veloptuous breasts bouncing in front of them as she shifted from black cock to black cock caused many of the prisoners to stroke their own cocks until Mercy finally arrived to pleasure them. In Ronald’s case, he simply increased his efforts.

Mercy caused the first prisoner to crack shortly after she exposed her chest. The young black man put his hands on his head and praised the lord as his hot cum shot through eight inches of black meat just to strike the back of mercy’s throat. Once Mercy sucked him dry she moved onto the next cock, 9 uncircumsized inches of light brown steel. Mercy pulled back the skin and started licking underneath the head, which caused the fat prisoner to blow. He blew his wad half into Mercy’s open mouth, and half onto her cheek and lips.

The sight of Mercy getting blasted by the prisoner next to him was too much for the next target as he blew his load before Mercy even arrived to suck him, his old black balls firing hard bursts of jizz right at Mercy’s forehead, with some sticking in her eyebrows, eyelashes and eyes. Mercy proceeded through the prisoners, some cumming in her mouth, others on her beautiful face while others shot into her hair. Mercy allowed them all to blow off steam and she made up for her terrible night by blowing off some big black cocks.

When she was finished, Mercy had made sure the whole circle of thick ebony wood was milked of all available seed. Mercy had them all cum at least once, while a few enjoyed extended bursts. Mercy was particularly surprised at one point when the two cocks she was stroking exploded while she was sucking the huge rod between them, both shooting their loads into a different side of her face. Still, Mercy was content that both she and the prisoners would sleep much better after her visit. Before leaving, and still covered in loads of semen, Mercy pulled up her slip and thanked the prisoners for helping her out. She then disappeared out the door, Ronald following her with his eyes as he milked the last bits of sperm out of his dick.

One month after Ronald’s first day on the job, Mercy made her most brazen appearance to date. Appearing as usual just when the afternoon sun was becoming unbearably hot, on that day Mercy showed up in just a yellow bikini and a pair of open toed platform shoes with a red bow on top. Mercy was also carrying something black in her hand, but Ronald could not immediately make it out. Usually the guards did their best not to stare at Mercy, both for fear of their jobs and fear of The Captain, but on that day their eyes couldn’t be pulled away. Mercy bounced and jiggled perfectly as she strolled into the work site, her womanly figure barely contained. Ronald imagined that even the Captain would look from behind his sunglasses once he made his way to that portion of the road.

Mercy greeted all of the guards and offered them each one of the pieces of black licorice that she was carrying. Most refused her, as they were afraid to be caught talking to the forbidden beauty for too long, but a few accepted. Ronald accepted, and was very grateful for the offer. After talking to the guards, Mercy stood near the edge of the half tarred road.

“Well, I was hoping to go to the swimming hole on such a hot day, but this hot road looks like it would just ruin my little shoes!” Mercy exclaimed, her head moving from side to side as she did so.

Ronald quickly moved toward Mercy, practically running as he was so eager to help her in any way necessary. As the chain gain had now progressed to a point on the road that was near a small lake, Ronald guessed that Mercy would be making plenty of swimming trips in the coming days.

“Maybe I can be of assistance, Miss Mercy?” Ronald asked with a hint of hopefulness in his voice. He would take any excuse to be near Mercy, particularly when so much of her body was exposed.

“Why thank you Ronald, but that isn’t necessary. We might as well get some work out of one of these big, burly prisoners I think.” Mercy said with a smile. She looked up and down the road before pointing to one of the prisoners, a large man with brown skin whose name Ronald could not recall.

The man approached and offered Mercy his back to climb upon. She shook her head and grabbed his arm, turning the prisoner around. Mercy then whispered to the prisoner and jumped into his arms, the length of her body stretching across his torso. The prisoner carried Mercy across the road as she placed her arms around his neck. Once safely across, Mercy hopped down and smiled at the prisoner, her eyes narrowing slightly. The prisoner turned around and walked back across the road with a knowing smile.

Mercy made her way to the water and waded into it, splashing around playfully under the hot sun. Ronald and the prisoners all envied Mercy, wishing that they could be in the water as she was, and even more so wishing that they could be in the water with her. Seemingly aware of the effect she was having, Mercy finally left the pool and walked toward the road. Having not brought a towel, Mercy simply laid in the grass and watched the men as they worked. The men, in turn, watched Mercy.

The warden’s daughter casually laid out in the grass, her yellow bikini clinging tightly to her body and leaving very little to the imagination. Mercy rolled onto her flat stomach and put her chin in one hand, her elbow on the ground. Her blonde hair was wild behind her, and her feet playfully dangled behind her head as she moved her calves up and down. Mercy then used her free hand to feed herself the black licorice she had brought.

Mercy slowly, tantalizingly ate the pieces of black licorice. She would brush pieces across her pouty lips, slowly suck on pieces, even lick them while staring at the prisoners. These actions, coupled with the great view of Mercy’s wet ass and cleavage, caused many a prisoner to fumble their work. Ronald, who like the prisoners knew that licorice wasn’t the only black thing Mercy liked to put in her mouth, found himself equally distracted. On multiple occasions he found himself stepping in the hot tar, nearly ruining his shoes. Mercy was content to continue seductively teasing the men, until a loud whistling sound broke through the typical working noises made by the prisoners.

“Oooooo weeee I’d love to split that in two! Just ram my black dick straight through that!” Said the prisoner who had approvingly whistled in Mercy’s direction.

To Ronald’s disappointment, and surprise, the prisoner who spoke so bluntly was Reggie. Ronald recalled that the prisoner had enjoyed having his cock sucked twice by Mercy since his first night, but it seemed that her presence that day under the hot sun caused him to crack. Ronald hoped that none of the other guards had heard him, but those hopes were dashed when three of his coworkers ran by him and directly toward Reggie. The young prisoner seemed surprised with himself for having said such a thing out loud and didn’t run. The guards proceeded to beat Reggie with their clubs, and no amount of pleading from Mercy could dissuade them.

Eventually The Captain came over, his rifle pointed directly at the bloody mess that Reggie had been turned into. He placed the end of his gun underneath Reggie’s chin and forced his head up so he could look at him.

“Boy, what the fuck did you say back there?” The Captain asked, his tone implying that this was a matter of dire importance.

“I wa… day dreamin… Captain I… I swear” Reggie struggled you talk, and it appeared that his jaw was broken.

“You had better have been. I’m going to talk to Big Daddy about this, and if he does what I think… you’re one dead nigger.” The Captain responded before taking off toward Big Daddy’s home. The rest of the afternoon was a blur as two guards took Reggie to the shack, Mercy returned home and Luke’s eyes followed her with a cold, hard stare.

That night Ronald was on guard duty, and typically he waited outside the shack on his barrel. Like many of the prisoners inside, he was worried about Reggie’s fate. If Big Daddy knew that Reggie had spoken of his daughter in a sexual way there was no chance he would live. Any claims he made, such as telling the warden about his daughter’s sexual escapades with the black prisoners, would only fall on deaf ears and ensure a more painful death. Time seemed to pass slowly both inside and outside the shack until just after midnight when the familiar glow of Mercy’s light emerged, bringing some hope to a dreary situation.

Mercy wasted no time entering the shack. Once inside, Ronald looked through the window as she made her way straight to Reggie’s bed, her tiny pink nightgown failing to hide her ass and pussy every time she took a step forward. Mercy sat on the bed and began gently stroking the young man’s busted face.

“Don’t worry Reggie, I cried to the warden for you and he’s not gonna hurt you.” Mercy said sweetly, smiling at Reggie with a look of sympathy. A small cheer went up from the prisoners before Mercy continued.

“I’m gonna try my best to make you feel better too. I want to give you something better to think about that your silly old face.” Mercy said as she finished stroking the slightly swollen black face. She then rose from the bed and took her lantern to the back of the shack, where Luke lay in wait.

Ronald hurried over to his peeping hole so that he would miss nothing. He arrived in time to catch the bulk of Mercy and Luke’s exchange.

“You have to make it up to the boy after what you did.” Luke said coolly to Mercy as her face took on a shamed expression.

“I will baby, but I didn’t do it to him!” Mercy pleaded.

“You caused it though.” Luke responded quickly, still laying in his bed.

“I know, and I’m going to make him feel good again. I also made sure he won’t get killed.” Mercy stated, hoping for Luke’s approval.

“Yeah, that’s the least you could do. You might be able to wrap your daddy around that little finger of yours, but you can’t fix what already happened to the boy.” Luke retorted.

“HE isn’t my ‘daddy’, you know that. I will make him feel good though, you know how good I am.” Mercy said as a smile crossed her face. She moved closer to Luke and put her hands in his lap.

“You just wait here. I’m gonna make you both happy with me.” Mercy said cheerfully before standing up and moving to the other side of the curtain. Luke stood up and walked to the opposite wall.

Ronald waited anxiously for Mercy to return. He knew how good she was, and he trusted in her ability to make the situation right. Luke never allowed Mercy to fuck the other prisoners, and Mercy didn’t seem interested in fucking them with Luke around, so Ronald was confused about what she could provide.

After just over a minute Mercy returned, Reggie’s hand clasped in her own. She walked straight toward Luke’s bed and sat the confused looking black man in it. Ronald saw that in spite of whatever pain the prisoner was feeling, a look of excitement still crossed his face. The young black man had grown to know Mercy well.

Mercy knelt in front of Reggie and started unbuckling his pants. As she did this, both Luke and Ronald dropped their pants in unison. Everyone was ready for what was coming. Now naked, Luke approached Mercy and reached down for her nightgown. He forcefully pulled it over her head, causing her tits to bounce pleasantly once the nightgown rose above them. Reggie hurriedly removed his own shirt, clearly not wanting to miss out on anything. Reggie’s hands twitched nervously on his knees as he oogled Mercy.